| Deep in your blood or a voice in your head
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| On a dark lonesome highway
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| It finds you instead
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| So certain it knows you, you can’t turn away
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| Something or someone has found you today
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| Genius or Jesus, maybe he’s seen us But who would believe us I can’t really say
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| Whatever the calling, the stumbling or falling
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| You follow it knowing
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| There’s no other way, there’s no other way
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| There are zealots and preachers
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| And readers of dreams
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| The righteous yell loudest
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| And the saved rise to sing
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| The lonely and lost are just waiting to hear
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| Any moment their purpose
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| Will be perfectly clear
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| And then life would mean more
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| Than their name on their door
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| And that far distant shore that’s so near
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| They’d hear the calling
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| And stumbling and falling
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| They’d follow it knowing
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| There’s nothing to fear
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| Nothing to fear
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| I don’t remember a voice
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| On a dark, lonesome road
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| When I started this journey so long ago
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| I was only just trying to outrun the noise
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| There was never a question of having a choice
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| Jesus or genie, maybe they’ve seen me But who would believe me I can’t really say
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| Whatever the calling, the stumbling and falling
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| I followed it knowing there’s no other way
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| Jesus or genie, maybe he’s seen me But who would believe me I can’t really say
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| Whatever the calling, stumbling and falling
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| I got through it knowing there’s no other way
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| There’s no other way |